Wherein I discover the truth... and volunteer for a life-change Author's note: this is part 3 of a 12-part story arc which I've put under Group Sex (see Chapter 1). Like all my stories, it begins with character development and in this case, over several chapters. The chapters can have the elements of a number of different categories and I will try to give a...
A Gift From Pet It was coming up on Christmas and Pet seem very down. We had a very nice Thanksgiving just the three of us. As always Pet made a big deal with decoration and the food. It seems we all had a lot to be thankful for this year. Pet came to live with us in January so it was almost a year and what a year it has been. Kathy had taken Pet out for Bl...
Dear Readers - After too much delay, here is the next installment of Marsha, Scott, and Mark's adventures with the CIA and its adversaries. ***** The CIA Doublecross - Part 3 - A Future in Idaho We were being seated in the Boise State faculty club dining room and I was doing my panicked best to decide how to handle the fact that our CIA contact, Mark Coop...
The lightning illuminates the night sky followed by cracks of thunder so close and unnerving that the hair on your arms is raised. It's 10:45 and your shift is about to end, the diner closing at 11. It's been a long day and your white sneakers are stained with coffee and dirt; they have made your feet sore and you're ready to shake your apron and skirt off....
While at work, I would get notifications of movement detected by the cameras. I checked them occasionally to see if there was anything interesting. Usually it was just Amy reading, or leaving the house, or any number of daily activities. On Friday afternoon, I had several notifications come in rapid fire. While sitting at my desk, I opened my security cam ap...
Part I Cheryl Chapter 1 "It's all about timing, Joe," she grinned at me, her slim hand brushing across my lean muscled torso, crossing my short nest of curly brown pubic hair before arriving at my penis, both hair and penis sticky from the drying effluence of both guy and girl juices. "Time it right, and no one will know." "That selling off my shares of...
Prince Oliver skipped through the castle garden. He loved the green and the flowers. He was nineteen and yet to be married. In truth his parents had coddled him as a boy. He knew his numbers and letters. He knew how to run a castle and a kingdom. On paper anyway. But he would never be a warlord. Never be a brave leader of men on the battlefield. His gold...
This is an additional chapter I wrote as part of a re-write for my novel "Dressed To Kill" that can be read here but it can stand pretty much as a short piece by itself and so I hope you enjoy it! Also I know I've left the ending for "Dressed To Kill "hanging for sometime, but I promise, like Noella, it is coming....so to speak! Gray * Damien was feelin...
The Old Fisherman was pooped. It had been a steamy day out on Denny's boat; not a breath of wind, and the sea still and thick as day-old gumbo. He hadn't been expecting the work. Had been ready for a day on the lanai with a cold Coors or three and the occasional dip in the cool pool. Sadie might make him a ham and swiss on a bulky with lots of mayo. Get in...
Adam and Courtney Page moved into their quaint little neighborhood about two years ago, shortly after they were married. They loved their home and most of their neighbors, everyone that is, except the Millers next door. Ron and Claire Miller were uptight and frigid people. No matter how hard Adam and Courtney tried to be friendly and neighborly, the Millers...